Tales From the RV Park: The Pig Got Poked
This is another episode of Tales From the RV Park, stories from the RV parks where I’ve camped. Disclaimer: These stories are fictitious, happened in nightmares, are hearsay, and/or are what others recounted to me. I am part Irish, so there is likely a good deal of exaggeration. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. There is no relation to persons living, dead, or in jail, even if you think so. In other words, don’t bother trying to sue me.
It’s a shame you can’t buy common sense like you can buy deodorant.
Word of the Day: Farrow. When your pig got poked and is due to have a litter of piglets. The gestation period is generally three months, three weeks, and three days.
The pig is pregnant.
There can be pigs at RV parks. Because this is the country, folks.
The pig, who I’ll call the Baconator because there will be bacon, was pregnant when the RV park owners got her a few months ago. The Baconator is due to farrow any day.
This pig got poked. Meet The Baconator.
The pig doesn’t actually live at the RV park, but at the owner’s ranch down the road. Which I, for one, appreciate. Not that I don’t enjoy visiting the pig, but I don’t want to live with one. Again. But that was a different type of “pig”, and a story I’ve probably already covered.
Update: The Baconator had 16 piglets the day I was trading my uterus for a pair of socks. Fifteen piglets have survived so far. There are photos and video of the birth. You’re welcome. Actually, you have RedneckAnn at RedneckRVers.com to thank for the picture and video below. She’s just getting her blog going, but it’s sure to be hilarious.
Newborn piglets!
(So, I’m trying something new with uploading video… I hope the link above to “Piglets Video” works. Let me know if it doesn’t.)
Don’t forget to use your new word of the day today. I’m sure you can work it in to a sentence with your coworkers while you’re standing around the water cooler.
I certainly think the park owners need to put the sow on birth control! She deserves to get a poke now and again but no piglets for awhile. This has really affected my life. I may never get over it. The farrowing, bottle feeding and all that has come with taking care of the piglets. We wont even talk about my life flashing before my eyes when the sow escaped her crate while I was in the pen. A 400lb sow with serious postpartum, “Yes, not only will I bite you, I want to bite you” syndrome stares you in the face it is not pleasant. Having just taken the manhood away from half her litter probably didn’t help her mood! I can still eat bacon and all. That part does not bother me. The part that is the most disturbing is Redneck Jeffrey. I cannot get any sleep! Jeffrey keeps squealing and making suckling noises in his sleep. I am drawing the line though if he starts rooting around in the dirt outside. Seriously what would the neighbors think!
Redneck Ann
‘A 400lb sow with serious postpartum’ Hahahaha!
But I’d be kind worried about Redneck Jeffrey… that don’t sound good. How much does he weigh? What’s the going rate for bacon? You might want to keep him indoors until it passes or the neighbors might consider taking him to market…